Lu Jing shouted in the direction of East Third Street:

"Qiu Bo Lan-"

"Let's go to close the city gate—"

"You can kill demons and demons with peace of mind—"

……………………

Laochengzhu's machete is continuous and an airtight iron net, slashing and smashing like a hundred tigers roaring, splashing a vast sea of ​​blue, bent on smashing Qiu Bodeng's long sword and slicing him into crushed. Qiu Bodeng turned his wrist and changed his sword like a plain hand holding a flower. Sometimes he used the thick smoke to cover the sword and sometimes moved to change shape. He did not collide with the thick back and heavy front of the machete. Qing Feng,

Qiu Bodeng walked slantingly, avoiding the one-leaf slash that was as heavy as a mountain in the old city.

His robe sleeves fluttered, and the ink-like black air on the hem rushed towards the old city like a ferocious beast. In an instant, there were hundreds of millions of people in the air screaming and mourning. Laochengzhu was shocked by the resentment and unwillingness that rushed to his face. He only felt that he was not facing one person, but countless grievances. Their grievances condensed into a skin, and they walked unwillingly in the world. For a moment, his whole body was stiff, and his swords were stagnant.

Qiu Bodeng's long sword returned to the front, like a flying falcon breaking a cloud, and went straight to the place where the three souls of his heavenly spirit were located.

The three souls are broken, and the supernatural power is self-destructing.

"rise!"

Seeing the sword's edge breaking through the air, Laocheng Zhu suddenly shouted.

The ground shattered like a cobweb, and ferocious formation pillars burst out of the ground, and Taiyi Sword pierced the iron chain connecting the pillars. The iron chain is full of bells of warding off evil and hating victory. The bigger one is six inches and nine centimeters high, the button is one inch and nine centimeters high, and the button is one inch and two centimeters wide. The two dances are four inches and nine centimeters apart. , 2 inches and 9 minutes across, thirty-six pieces [1], and countless inscriptions were cast.

Hundreds of bells of warding off evil and hating victory are ringing in unison!

Sober the world.

Qiu Bodeng took a step back, holding the hilt of the sword tightly, his face bloodless.

The bronze bell slammed into the lock, the wind sounded back and forth, the ground fire suddenly dissipated, and a mighty clear light erupted from the inscription on the bell body. Qiu Bo Dengxiu swings his sword along his clothes, and the black air that fills his body like ink is constantly melting in the clear light, and it keeps pouring out.

"The name of this formation is: Vientiane Eight Weeks Fuqing Formation," Lao Chengzhu laughed in the formation, "Elder Chou was born in Taiyi, and with Elder Chou's eyesight, what do you think of this formation! I compare to you and other immortal gates, who is higher? Low?"

"Is this what you rely on to dare to open the city gate?"

Qiu Bodeng lowered the tip of his sword and asked rhetorically.

"After all, the old man can't bear the people of a city to be swallowed up by all the ghosts and ghosts in the miasma fog." Laocheng Zhu Heyan said happily.

"I will tell Shanhaige, remember to recast a piece of Zhucheng City's blessing seal." Qiu Bodeng said.

Lao Chengzhu asked in surprise, "Why?"

"I've been touched by someone like you," Qiu Bodeng said lightly, "It's dirty."

"What do you know!" Laocheng Zhu shouted furiously, "Once you hold the city Zhuyin, you will never be able to leave this city!" I am proficient in art, refining, and formation. Back then, the Palace Master of Tiangong Mansion personally praised me for my outstanding talent, which is rare in the world, but I ended up being trapped in such a small place! Are you happy?!"

Qiu Bodeng pressed his left hand to his ear.

Laochengzhu's words froze for a while: "What do you mean?"

"Dirty ears."

Qiu Bodeng said slowly.

For a moment, Lao Chengzhu almost couldn't hold back, and he went into trouble, killing the little bastard directly under the knife. Fortunately, at the last moment, he caught sight of Qiu Bodeng's fingertips trembling imperceptibly under the sleeve of his robe.

"Isn't it good?" The old city wished hey sneer, "Elderly, I played so most for a while, and I know your bottom details. You cultivate so low, but you can fight with you who do not know where to come, but In the eight weeks of the eight weeks, your business barrier is negative. "

The wood grain on his face gradually receded, hiding the knife behind him, and the sleeves of the robe were drove over by the gusts, which was a bit of fairy wind.

"Old people know that young people like you always love blood." The old city Zhuhe Yue color, and the tongue in the speaking can not control licking your teeth, "But can you resist? Even if you really resist, kill me, kill me, kill me. What are the benefits? Are your companions seeing your business barrier? You saved a city, but after? After that? After that, it will be chased by the caught and knights of all walks of life! Is it worth it? "

"It's better to do this," the old city wishes to follow the temptation, "Old dumping has helped you destroy them, you tell the old how you hid this karma before. How about?" How? "

During the speaking, two screams came from the distance:

"Let's go to Guancheng Gate!"

"You can cut your monsters with peace of mind!"

"Anxin-"

They were afraid that the light lamp would not understand the hint, and repeated the word "peace of mind".

At the end, shouted from a distance:

"Master Qiu, the world first!"

The smile on the old city's face suddenly stiffened.

"... Two lacks."

The revenge lantern scolded lightly and jumped suddenly. Tai Yijian split a ink marks in the air, and the bell Qi Qi, who was disappointed with evil spirits.

Chapter 17 Keep a star

The old city wishes to not understand what is the confidence of the Qiu Bo Lan, and dare to launch an attack again under the suppression of Vientiane's eight weeks.

A total of four groups of evil wicked victory in Vientiane Qingzhe, each group, each with thirty -six bits, each inspiring the old Yang Shaoyin Shaoyang and the four Yijing books, arranged in the sequence of eight weeks. Those with karma, once they enter the battle, they will be like the snow in the boiling soup. It is difficult to maintain it alone. One hundred and forty -four bronze clocks cut out thirty lights each, swallowed everything in the circle, even if there were even more fogs, no matter how strong the fog fog, it would disappear in such glory.